when it all
breaks from the pack and goes running off
she and were wolves and  squirrels
possums
armored ******
I got this pine tree
I go to sit next to and shake my head
it's next to a happy river
next to a train trestle I have
imagined jumping the tracks over and going farther
in a box car on top the diesel engine
pretending
I am the engineer
   or the fireman
     or a baseball star

just saw again a vision of karma
happened like the time I was broke penniless
and found forty dollars on the ground
today It happened around a tee-shirt
I decided to wear
had the image of a dude I used to hang around with
who died like three years ago
given to me at his memorial
and I had not worn it
then I hired this guy about twenty-eight
and he happened to be this guy on my
tee-shirts son and he worked hard looked interested
took initiative
never commented about my shirt
that **** fairy crackmother that has gotten me this far sure
is an enigma
at times

those whose sparkle shine
like  diamonds on a
silver lake in the middle
of a forest
acres of nothing but trees surround

those whose breath
like mine is
met with frosty shivers
on a cold or warm morn'

where the atmosphere
is nothing
ghostly images on vistages of vanities
breath rising clouds in the air
to a mountain

somewhere a vantage like a scenic cliff
in some such mystic place
the place you saw last night in that
dream

where breath meets the clouds and the air so crisp clean
washes your insides

I am almost rigidly opposed
to
almost nothing in the morning
caffeine I think is the drug of opening
eyes it seems

now when night arises her dark eyes sultry
to
at most cool the sun baked fields softening
the horizons

hasten a day into dreams soft and curling
up
as a soft kitten purrs on your feet
I get cautious

so much so I envy the
broad
appeal of those dark eyes on my
last zeal

I claim all of her dark
night
take her as my bride
so all

of you hands off the
dark
she is mine and will be
I close

my eyes
finally

incense wine and a clouded vision
a smoky room upstairs
filled with musty scented flora
the iguana looking wasted
in the aquarium
sticking her his tongue out
flicking imaginary flies
like me in the bean bag chair the bongos
squarely between my highs
my thighs I meant
looking gods and goddesses  
right between the passages
of musics
trying to keep pace with all the drummers in Santana
as the beat ravages the sheetrock
uninsulated
spaces in my teen space
hideaway from the drudgery
of High School
and I  never got a haircut
all down to my ***
I twist and
throw it
banging them ****
bongos
How cool was I
trying to learn the
harmonica